Waiting alone in the dark at 6am for a bus, nervously scanning the street and having one squawk raucously from the house behind me does not endear them to me at all!
Mind you, by the time my heart settles down into it’s regular rhythm again, I’m wide awake and bushy-tailed!
Morning Cin.

I have been living here in Australia for the last 10 years and since I left Somerset West….I have not heard ONE rooster!!!…can’t wait for October!! Your mind and writing’s captivating and always so very interesting!! Enjoy your Sunday my dearest friend xx

we had one of them in the downstairs apartment, one of the two-legged kind – I mean, the other two-leggeds… forever crowing about his pet rats, he was, and the wild one running around out there, the alpha male; always sounded envious when he talked about the alpha male… I have to stop, I’m confusing myself :)

Had to look up vuvuzelas, had a listen on wiki… I can see that it would get a bit much at a soccer match with – how many of those, um, instruments? Makes me appreciate roosters more too, at least they have a bit of a repertoire.

My daughter had a rooster …. that was up until about two months ago … a neighbour complained to the Metro Poice and we got a call from them one night complete with official police complaint letter. That Friday we took him to my sister’s maid who welcomed him with open arms. It took three of us to catch him :( Fortunately, we still have the chickens.

Reminded me of the song “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”..
Sometimes the most annoying of noises/sounds/events become so much a part of life, that you almost fear missing them… Funny are the ways of life… no?

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I believe that how you eat, and how you choose your food, is an act which combines the political – your place in the world of other people – with the most intensely personal – the way you use your mind and your senses, together, for the gratification of your soul.